No (femdom)

After I could move again I gently pulled out of her. The moment my cock came away, a trickle of sperm leaked out from her vagina. Ruby must have felt it because she swivelled round on the bed and lapped up my fluids. I watched her, aroused, but my dick wouldn't respond. I wrapped myself in one of the provided towels and went to open the door. But it was locked.

"Uh... Hello? I'm done now. Miss?"

A tiny porthole opened up at eye-level, like it was some kind of cell door.

"Sir, you signed a contract agreeing to provide Ruby with all the mana she could coax out of you in 12 hours."

"W-What?! This is a brothel. You're providing ME a service!"

"That's not what your contract says." She held up that thin sheet of paper I'd glanced over before. Sure enough, it specified a minimum of half a day's stay.

"I can't cum anymore. I'm tapped out."

Two clawed hands wrapped around my waist.

"Don't worry about that. I've got enough magic to drain you absolutely dry," said Ruby.

I started to shake.

"Look, I'm too sensitive. I'm tired. Please, miss. Open the door."

The blue-skinned receptionist simply shook her head and pulled the peephole shut. I banged on the door and yelled.

"Wait! Let me out! I'll pay you more! 500 gold? 1000? Name your price! Help!"

Ruby's claws scraped against my bare flesh. She pulled me back, wrenching me away from any hope of escape.

"Get back on the bed, dear. I haven't had my fill yet."

She tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. My muscles were exhausted. I put up my hands.

"I can't do it. I'll give you all the money I have on me. Just let me go."

"I don't need your money. I need your mana. And you're going to give it to me. I promise you won't die. Now lie down and let Ruby work her magic."

She crawled towards me on all fours, baring her fangs like a tiger getting ready to pounce. Her eyes glowed with the same magical flame as before. She leaped onto the bed and roared. How was someone so tiny so strong? It must have been all the cum she'd already extracted from me. She scrambled on top of me and **** her prehensile tongue into my mouth. The light in her eyes streamed down her face, out her mouth and down my throat. My lungs expanded, forcing a deep breath in through my nose. Once more I was revitalised. But the soreness in my muscles and the sensitivity in my cock were still there. My mind grew hot and foggy. I saw her through a mist.

"You're going to be a good human and do what I say, right?"

"Yes..." It was like a dream. My voice responded before I could think. I could barely think at all.

My memories of what happened after that are hazy. When I try to think back I get only flashes - brief images, and I'm not sure how many are real or imagined. I know she rode me several more times. She made me lick her ass before slamming her anal ring onto my cock. I was no longer in control. She stuck her fingers down my throat and brushed her razor sharp fangs against my skin. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave thin white lines. Those took weeks to fade away. I remember the feeling each time I came. They were the brief periods of heaven that punctuated the sweaty hell I had been consigned to. And she kept me there until the full 12 hours were done.

When I was finally released, I was left outside the rear of the store on a bed of straw underneath a thin metal roof. My clothes and belongings were neatly piled at my feet.

My Score:

3/10

"Do not sleep with a succubus. Unless you have the stamina of a god, you're going to end up sore, exhausted, and that's only after you regain consciousness."